What Hurts

by Ayesha Aggarwal

Ernest Hemingway once said ….

write hard and clear about what hurts…

and so it goes…

What hurts is a life full of misery

What hurts is an angel-less sky

The vilified earth, the scorned splashes

What hurts is the price of the dreams

The lone warrior, castaway fighting a solitary battle

What hurts are the unheard prayers

A lonely preacher by the candlelight

What hurts are the unending wars

The hell wreathed human lives

What hurts are the tears in the eyes

The heart-wrenching pain of the broken heart

What hurts is not the fear abound

But the fear within

What hurts is the looming shadows ‘round the corner

The scared steps scurrying fast

What hurts is the powerless fists

the scarred palms

What hurts is a life full of misery

but,

What gives hope is a single beating heart.

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About The Poet:

Ayesha is an incurable bibliophile whose tryst with the written world began in her childhood. For her, writing is a retreat, a solace from the mundane world. She strives to revive English language back to its old glory.